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This is perhaps one of my favorite recipes ever. Except I use whole wheat flour and that, combined with my oven (I’m guessing), usually results in a loaf of bread that takes 10,000 hours to cook and is still gooey in the middle. In other words…it’s been kind of a hit and miss thing lately.

This morning I woke up to a grey, slightly foggy sky, and I decided that it was the perfect morning for muffins. Preferably something that involved those over-ripe bananas and well, if I could sneak in some chocolate, life would be even better. So I drug out The Recipe to see if it was doable.

It wasn’t. I had no buttermilk. I didn’t even have a lemon or vinegar to cheat my way to buttermilk. So after perusing some other recipes, I thought that maybe I could get away with tossing in some sour cream instead of the buttermilk.

Turns out, that totally works. Or maybe I was just so happy to be eating chocolate for breakfast that I didn’t care. Still. These are now my new favorite muffins. They are slightly dense (thank you whole wheat flour), slightly crunchy (thank you turbinado sugar), moist (thank you bananas, and also most likely, sour cream), and sweet (ahem, chocolate chips). Also, the browned butter and molasses give a certain depth of flavor that means this just isn’t any old ordinary banana muffin.

In a big bowl, whisk together:

  • 2 c flour (I used white whole wheat)
  • 3/4 c sugar (I used the crunchy turbinado stuff, ’cause I’m weird like that)
  • 1 t baking soda
  • 1/2 t salt
  • 3/4 t cinnamon
  • 1/2 t nutmeg

In another bowl that doesn’t need to be quite as big, whisk together:

  • 2 eggs
  • 1 t vanilla
  • 1/4 c sour cream (or buttermilk)
  • 3 medium sized mashed bananas
  • 2 T molasses (okay it’s supposed to be 2 t, but I misread that once and have always used 2 T, which totally works for me, because I kinda like molasses in my muffins…so do what you will, or skip it if you’re not a molasses person)
  • 6 ounces browned butter (supposedly cooled, but I can never wait that long)

Fold the wet ingredients into the dry. Add about a cup of chocolate chips if you’re in the mood. Bake at 350 degrees until done (don’t ask me how long…it totally depends on the size of the muffins and the mood of your oven).

So they (whoever they are) say that baking is less forgiving than cooking, and that when you bake you need to pay careful attention to measuring and all that crap. But. I am, at heart, a lazy baker. I measure (mostly), but I also eyeball (things like molasses especially, because getting molasses out of a tablespoon is a pain in the ass). These muffins are proof that you can be a successful lazy baker…I think it’s a very forgiving recipe. But maybe that’s also because I don’t like dainty, airy, light as a feather muffins. I like my muffins to be hearty, because I am hungry in the morning, and I want something that will fill me up (and okay, I have a sweet tooth, so I want something sweet, too).


And now that Ive filled my belly and finished raving about muffins, I’m going to go put together a post on the Pet Sematary readalong. Really.



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And now…for another readalong


Yes, that’s right. We haven’t even officially put #gangstercats to rest and it’s already time to think on the next readalong. You can blame it on Belle.

Since Belle and I were both in a Murakami mood in February, we plotted to read The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle after we had finished with Pet Sematary. Because you know…King…Murakami. It’s a logical progression (just click here for proof…seriously, do not skip the click). And since rumor has it we’re returning to King in June (#miserylovescompany, if I’m not mistaken), it’s time to get crackin’.

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This one is going to be super simple (although I might possibly be talked into door prizes again, if there’s more than two of us who are going to read this. I have in mind a race (not a reading race, and don’t worry, not a running race, either), but I need participants!). Other than the fun and games, the goal is to finish the book by May 31st. You can start whenever, although we’re marking the start date as April 15th. (And bonus! The readathon is 4/25, so if you’re feeling all ambitious, you could totally devote that day to this book!! People would even be cheering you on!!! It would be all sorts of fun!!!! And yes, I keep typing sentences just so I can add more exclamation marks!!!!! Still, it would be fun. I will most likely be at work that day, so no fun for me, and therefore, no exclamation marks at the end of this sentence. I know, it makes me sad, too.)

But back to the book! <— Sorry, I guess I’m in an exclamatory mood.

wind up

Goodreads sums up the book as a “heroically imaginative novel, which is at once a detective story, an account of a disintegrating marriage, and an excavation of the buried secrets of World War II.” That’s all I know about it, and that’s all I plan to know about it until I read it. Basically, it’s Murakami…you gotta know you’re in for a wild ride. And if you have no clue what’s going on, at least you’ll be in good company. Right? (Don’t worry, I’ve got Belle as a sidekick, so if you’re worried about an excess of exclamation marks and posts that keep going off on tangents instead of talking about The Book, you can just go hang out with her. She actually writes intelligent posts on a regular basis. I just pop in occasionally to blather on.)

But back to the book! Again!!

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We’ll be marking this one with the hashtag #windmeup. Tweet, instagram, blog, whatever makes you happy. Also, read (or listen). But then you knew that.

So come on…don’t make Belle and I read this alone! Actually, think of Belle…don’t make her read this book with just me as company. She deserves better. Wait, maybe that should be the hashtag…#doitforbelle.


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March reads

Because it’s already the second week of April (time flies, I had no internet for almost a week, I’ve been working OT, the non-existent dog ate my non-existent homework, blah, blah, blah) and I’m really trying to blog all the books (as in all the books I’ve read this year), let’s just do a ginormous recap for March (without pcitures to make it even easier on me) and call it good.

Catching the Ebb, Bert Bender. So. I know this guy, Bert. He and his wife Judith are good friends (the kind that manage to somehow be connected to everyone you know, or used to know…my ex built their house, my ex’s mom sold them the land, we had dinner with them a few times, they are huge readers, Judith and I bonded over books and travel and would meet for lunch occasionally, they live down the street from my uncle, my uncle and Bert became good friends and go fishing together, we started inviting them to family dinners, we trade books constantly, my mom joined Judith and I for our occasional lunches, now we go to their neighborhood dinner parties, years go by…and then I find out Bert wrote a book). Okay, so I knew Bert wrote a book…he was a college professor and he LOVES Moby-Dick and he’s written scholarly shit about that, and Judith has promised to never tell Bert that I LOATHE Moby-Dick. But then I found out Bert wrote another book about his love for fishing and the time he spent in Alaska teaching and learning to fish, and then all the summers he spent returning to Alaska to fish. And even though I find the thought of reading about fishing to be boring (also, I am not a fan of the taste of fish, so it’s kind of a two strike thing), Bert is anything but, so I read his book. In a day. Yep, a day. And then I totally made his day when I told him that, because that’s the kind of guy he is…super interesting and smart with fabulous stories to tell, but also not the kind of guy to talk about that book he’s written unless you just happen to have read it.

Color, Victoria Finlay. A non-fiction history of Roy G. Biv. It kind of goes like this…the more colorful the colors, the more colorful the stories. Brown and black were ho-hum, things started to heat up with red and orange, by the time we got to blue I realized how crazy she was. Seriously, the stuff she did! However, this isn’t a book that’s gonna stick with me. The colors are already fading (hardy-har-har). Mostly because it seemed like by the end she was trying to cram in all the facts and it turned into unconnected mess.

Washington, Ron Chernow. Really! I finished it!! It only took me 10 months, but I did it. 1000 plus pages (on my nook app) of mostly boring, but I’m still glad I read it. I realized there’s a reason we don’t know much about Washington compared to some (most) of the other presidents. Dude had a thing for being proper and reserved (some might even say he had a stick up his ass). Still, I ended up with a much better understanding of our first president, and I came out of the experience actually liking him (usually the more I read about a historical figure the less I like them). However, I could’ve done without the 999 pages of battle scenes. Also, side note: his mother was a nightmare.

Pet Sematary, Stephen King. #gangstercats!

Duplex, Kathryn Davis. Weird. Not quite on the level of Geek Love, but kinda sorta. Basically, I have no words, in a mostly good sort of way. This is a book about a very, very, very alternate reality. With robots and sorcerers. And humans. I think. It actually got so weird at the end that I completely lost track of what was supposed to be or might have been going on. But the first 2/3 was worth it. Kind of but not really like those Stephen King books that have the freaky shit at the end. Because you get to the end and think “what the fuck?”

Postcards from a Dead Girl, Kirk Farber. Surprisingly good. Wasn’t quite sure in the beginning, but Sid grew on me. If you have this sitting on a shelf, don’t read the back cover, just dive into the book. The descritption made me wary, but once I ignored what I thought I was reading, it just got better and better.

All the Birds, Singing, Evie Wyld. Least favorite book of the year. Possibly the decade. Sad, but true.

In other news, I made the momentous decision to finally call it quits with Don Quixote. I think I made it one third of the way through before I realized that the same thing was happening over and over and over and over again. Also, you all kept asking me “why??” and I finally clued in. I figure I finished Washington, that was enough torture for the year. (Although I might be considering a biography of John Adams…I might need an intervention.)


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Pet Sematary


Finally! Now that I’ve practically forgotten the book, I’m getting around to typing up my thoughts on Stephen King’s Pet Sematary.* and **

I’m just gonna stick with my usual way of dealing with Stephen King’s books…bullet points! (And while I don’t discuss the whole story, there are some vaguely spoilerly mentions of weird endings, not only for Pet Sematary, but for IT, 11/22/63, Revival, and Under the Dome, so you’ve been warned. Oh, and sort of for Misery, but I’m pretty sure everyone knows what Kathy Bates does in the movie. Even I know, and I watch fewer movies than anyone I know.)

Whew, I think I’m done with the disclosures of the faint hint of spoilers, so let’s move on to the book!

  • Louis, our main man. Best summarized with one word – blerg. There was practically a throwaway line just as I was starting to like him about that one time he visited a whore (Uncle Stevie’s words). And after I did a little math, I realized it was while he was married. Bastard. So after that, I never could drum up an ounce of sympathy for the dude. Maybe that was Uncle Stevie’s intention? Or not? Whatever, it made me not like Louis one little bit. Which kinda bummed me out, because King’s books usually have one character that I love (Barbie…sigh). And one that I absolutely loathe. Which brings me to…
  • Jud. WTF. I mean, seriously…W.T.Everlasting.F.?!? Why, in the name of all that is holy AND unholy, would you pass on the tradition of zombie-izing your beloved family pet? Whyyyyyyyyyy???????? Still, despite his perpetuation of zombie pets (and small children), he’ll never make it to the top of my Uncle Stevie’s Best Baddies list (that honor is held by Barbie’s nemesis Big Jim Rennie, from Under the Dome). Mostly because I really did like him at the beginning of the book. He was like everyone’s favorite beer guzzling grandpa. Until he started telling stories that shouldn’ta oughta be told. And then he confessed to liking the whores as well. What is up with all the mention of whores in this book?!?!?
  • Church. All I can say is I’m glad I’m not a cat lady. Also…Smelly Cat.
  • Wendego = Johnny Depp. Wendego does NOT = creepy Native American bogieman. And okay, so The Lone Ranger remake was recent and Pet Sematary is, umm, not. But still. Way to ruin my image of the Wendego. Or, err, Johnny.
  • Norma. So this was pretty much my favoritist scene of the book…you know, where Gage channeling Norma admits to how she slept with half the town AND she liked it rough. And I only liked it so much because I was not expecting it. AT ALL. Major bonus points for making the eyebrows raise during that scene. And also for sort of sticking it to the two-timing boys, in a weird sort of way.
  • Foreshadowing. Like on every single page. I don’t really remember King being the master of foreshadow. Is it just particular to this one book, or is my memory faulty (actually, I know my memory is faulty, but still)?
  • The end. Really??? What was Louis gonna do, just pack the wife up and move to Florida where no one would realize she was a zombie? (Wasn’t Florida his plan with Gage?) I can’t really see them hanging on the beach, but whatever. Also…”Darling…” Now THAT was creepy, even if we all knew she was coming. Also, also…Ellie?? Don’t tell me she has to stay with the grandparents, ’cause that’s just mean. Not that turning mom into a zombie isn’t. Poor child is doomed either way.
  • However. Given some of the really weird-ass shit King has pulled at the of his books ***WARNING: END OF BOOK SUMMARIES IMMEDIATELY AHEAD*** (Under the Dome aliens, 11/22/63 post-apocalyptic future, that spider-like supreme being in IT, all the horrific shit that is the end of Revival) ***END OF END OF BOOK SUMMARIES*** I guess the end of Pet Sematary could be considered, well, normal. If zombie brides are normal.

So do I think this is Uncle Stevie’s scariest book? Meh. Still not sure. Granted, it was one of the creepier ones, mostly just for the premise, but I still wasn’t afraid to go to bed. And there was the aforementioned foreshadowing that saved me from a serious case of the heebie jeebies. Okay, so I did have that one bad dream, but I’m pretty sure the woman with the knife was a result of Care’s trying to pressure me into the Misery readalong.

I will say it was one of the more entertaining of his books. I’d probably stick it right under IT in The List:

  • Under the Dome
  • 11/22/63
  • Doctor Sleep
  • The Stand
  • IT
  • Bag of Bones
  • Mr. Mercedes
  • Insomnia
  • ‘Salem’s Lot
  • Joyland
  • Revival
  • The Shining
  • Rose Madder
  • Carrie
  • The Dark Tower (book 1)
  • The Dark Tower (book 2 – abandoned)

*#gangstercats continues ’til 4/15, even if we’ve gone silent on twitter and instagram. Now that I’ve finally managed to post my thoughts, I’ll go read what the rest of you thought, and I’ll do the wrap up post around the 15th.

**I am fully aware that in some posts I underline the titles of books (and movies and whatever else is sort of related) and other times I italicize. And sometimes I just forget. I obviously have issues with consistency. I sort of kinda care, but not enough to be bothered to 1) look it up and 2) remember it, because at this point in the blogging game I’m lucky if I even manage to post. But! I really (truly) am sorry if it offends your inner MLA or Chicago style handbook. Let’s just say you’re lucky that I’m even aware there’s supposed to be a style and call it good.



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A Day in My Life




Thanks to Trish at Love, Laughter, and a Touch of Insanity, today is the day to share a day in our lives. I documented Wednesday of this week, which actually turned out to be a very typical weekday workday. This is totally my life, and because the workdays are long (10 hours) but busy (good busy), the days have been just flying by. Remember how when we were kids it seemed like it was taking forever to grow up? Well, I’m ready for it to slow back down again.

Anyways. As I said, this is a very typical day. My job makes no sense to anyone outside of those of us who do it (all four of us), which means I probably could have just written this post in three words: blah, blah, blah. But in the interest of full disclosure, here you go.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Usually the alarm goes off at 5:30, but today I startled awake at 4:40. Normally I don’t remember my dreams, but this one involved a woman in a black dress and pearls and a cleaver, who was terrorizing a young woman by repeatedly cutting off her head and interrogating her. Yes, repeatedly. The chopping off of the head was not fatal, although the young woman was still less than thrilled that it kept happening. I blame this dream on too many Stephen King books. Since I’m now wide awake, I grab my phone and catch up on my WWF games and Instagram.

5:00 I decide that falling back asleep is not going to happen and get up for the normal morning routine: shower, lotion (because it’s been dry and windy and I have a bad case of the itchies), sunscreen (because also…it’s hot. Today it’s supposed to be 77), hair, some makeup, get dressed.

5:38 Wonder if I should pierce my ear again/some more? I have this same thought every morning when I put in my earrings. It’s a fuzzy pic, but there are seven of them in that ear:


5:40 I decide that today calls for striped socks under the boots. Because stripes make me smile. Really, I’m smiling. And there are stripes under those boots. And I am wearing a sweater because the a/c is always on in my office building,

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5:46 All packed up and ready to leave. I eat breakfast and lunch and snack at work, so I have the food bag, the running stuff for after work bag, and the purse.


5:50 In the car and ready for the long commute to work. (Ha ha.)

5:56 2.5 miles and four stop lights later, I’m at work. It’s really dark. I’m actually an hour early, thanks to the woman with the cleaver. My usual schedule is 7-5:30, Tuesday through Friday (with lots of Saturday OT, lately). Creepy work hallway at 6am:


6:00 Today I (I being the J) am reports. (I also just realized I never did the GA Recoupment…oops, better do that today!)


I settle in with breakfast (homemade blueberry bran muffin and a greek yogurt) and open up various programs. Then it goes something like this…refresh, save, save, save, refresh, save, save, save, refresh, save, save, save. Email, email, email. For about an hour and a half. We run reports on various things for various people on a daily, weekly, monthly, quarterly, and semi-annually basis. Caseload statistics, placement reports, new applications received, program violations ending, sanctions, full-time equivalencies, cases closing, cases opening, reasons why cases closed…anything and everything about CalWORKs, CalFresh (aka food stamps), Medi-Cal, Foster Care, Child Welfare, and Adult Services. If it’s in a system we use, chances are people want us to extract the data in some form of a report.

6:15 Behold, the first cup of coffee. This is (sadly) one of the highlights of my day, brought to me by our unit mascot (a Keurig). We use this machine heavily. My three co-workers and I are coffee addicts. It’s one of the reasons we all love each other.


6:30 Ear buds in, because no one else will be around for another 1/2 hour. It’s both very quiet and very productive to be in the building when no one else is here.

7:00 The co-workers start arriving. I sit in an open area with three other people. We each have our own space, but unlike the rest of the building, we opted for no cubicle walls because we spend so much time problem solving with each other. And bitching about the problems we have to solve. It’s a good thing I love my co-workers, since we spend so much time in close quarters. (My messy desk is on the left.)


7:30 The regular daily and monthly reports are done, now it’s time to build a new query. It’s also time for more coffee. We get report requests for new reports all the time, so today’s challenge is extracting data on the number of Welfare to Work exemptions we have granted for disability, as well as the number of people under 65 receiving Medi-Cal in our county who are also receiving Medicare. It took me 2 hours to finally successfully pull this data.

10:00 After replying to some emails and chatting with my co-workers and eating a banana, I settle in for a conference call. I skipped my morning walk for this. Conference calls are one of my least favorite tasks. Since my boss is out-of-town at physical meetings this week, I have two calls I need to be on with other counties and the state. Good times (not). My accessory for the next 1/2 hour:


10:30 Time to work tickets. This is the other major part of my job. Our case managers submit tickets via a database when they are having issues with one of our eligibility determination systems. We try to fix the issue. Sometimes it’s a simple data entry error, sometimes it involves a few hours of research and a solution, sometimes it’s days or weeks of trying to come up with a workaround, sometimes the elves magically fix things (swear to god on this…and then last week we even waved a magic wand and sang Bippity Boppity Boo before we worked on a case, because we’re at the point where we do shit like that. The alternative is to lose our minds), sometimes we have to escalate it and send our own ticket to the state and wait for them to either tell us we screwed up, or that they need to fix the system (which can take days or weeks or months). Working tickets is where most of my attitude comes into play. I love the problem solving, but honestly, we get tickets on basic screw-ups that could have been avoided. And sometimes the systems do weird ass shit for no apparent reason and all we want to do is scream. So when I work tickets I get incredibly snarky. My co-workers assure me they love it, but it’s an ongoing battle to tone down my verbal asides.

11:15 I eat my lunch while working. I do this a lot, so I can go for a walk on my actual lunch break. I have no specific time I have to take lunch, so today I work on tickets until my friend Jannine finally grabs me at 12:45 for that walk.


1:15 I spend the rest of the afternoon writing two procedural guides and working more tickets. There was no waving of the magic wand today…for once, the tickets were relatively easy to solve, and thanks to a marathon session last Saturday, we are pretty much caught up for the first time in months.

4:00 I’m excited to get off work early. Because I worked late yesterday on a report for management and I came in early today, I leave an hour and a half early. I had brought my running stuff so I could run on the flatter side of town, but I didn’t feel like changing at work and then walking through the hallways in running capris and shoes. It’s a lot easier to do that at 5:30 when the hallways are more deserted and you don’t have to have as many conversations. So I drive home to change and run.

4:30 Out the door to run. And sweat. It was hot (75 degrees at 5:30) and gritty (it’s been windy, so there is lots of pollen and grime and BUGS, oh my god the bugs, in the air) but I did three miles, and then walked an additional one mile (because mile 4 is uphill…actually, every final mile back to my apartment is uphill, no matter which direction I go). My turnaround spot is the local cemetery. So far it’s just a cemetery, not a sematary.


5:30 Home to cook dinner. Usually I eat leftovers during the week, because otherwise it’s too late after work and a run to cook. But tonight I have some time so I make pasta with chicken and mushrooms. And brocollini. Yes, I eat a lot of carbs.


6:00 Dinner and a book. And a quick hop onto the internet to see when the LA Times Festival Books is (it’s next month, April 18-19). Should I go?


6:30 Clean-up done. Time to hit the couch with a book. And the phone, so I can play WWF. I spend the next few hours planted on the couch. After a full day of being on the computer, I have no desire to open up my own laptop. So once again, I read no blogs and ignore the internet.

9:00 It’s been a long day thanks to that cleaver wielding woman who I can’t forget, so I take a quick shower and go to bed.*

*There have been no more strange dreams this week, although a fly did dive bomb me at 3:30 Friday morning, waking me up so I had plenty of time to type up this post before work. Thanks, Mr. Fly.


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Hey-ho, let’s go

It’s #gangstercats check-in time!

(Let’s just pretend I posted this on the 15th, instead of leaving it unfinished in the drafts folder, where it languished for an extra week. Bad readalong hostess!!)


So here we are only 15 (now 23) days into #gangstercats (aka the Pet Sematary readalong), and some of us might already have finished the book.


I’m pretty sure if you start Part 2 in the late afternoon/early evening (you know, while it’s still light out and you think you’re safe), you will find that you can’t help yourself, and you’ll just keep reading, and reading, and the WHAMMO. The end. And it’s dark. And maybe time for bed…

HOWEVER. It’s okay! Because we have gangster cats (catucks?) to protect us. Introducing Clementine (Care), Pascow (Jen), Rosie (me), and Tony (Ti):

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Despite what some people (Care!) think, these are NOT ducks. They are cats, because last I checked, ducks do not have whiskers. Plus, Amazon called them cats, so hello…they are cats. Specifically gangster cats, all tricked out in their best gangster duds, prepared to fight evil zombie cats that jump out of scary books. Just look at those eyebrows on Pascow…would you want to meet him in on a dark path at midnight, leading to a Pet Sematary? I think not.

Anyone else got a gangster cat to share? I’ve been a little lax in the Twitter/Instagram/blog reading, so let me know if I missed your introduction of your gangster cat.

And speaking of blogs, I do believe Care and Ti have posted their thoughts (off to go catch up with that in a sec). I’ll do a proper link up next month, but has anyone else posted about the book yet? I know Jen was the first to finish, along with Ti. For those of you who think you’re behind…YOU’RE NOT! I’m not going to do a final post until April 15th, so you have plenty of time! Heck, I’m not even going to post what I thought about the book until next month, although I should start working on a draft, so I don’t forget what I want to say! Because…lots to say about this one!!

I will say I never did have to put the book in the freezer, although I did keep the cover turned face down at all times, because I just couldn’t stand to look at a maniacal looking Church…until Rosie came up with this brilliant tactic…



So how are the rest of you handling this one??


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remnants of January and February

There are two books that I read in January (the last two) that I never posted about. Plus another one from February. So yeah, I’m writing this post just so I can say I’ve posted about every book I read this year (all two months of it). The thing is, the last two books of January were ho-hum, so I really don’t have much to say. And that one book remaining from February was so chock full of info I don’t even know where to start. So here they are in order read:

I read Sinner because it was a sort-of sequel to Maggie Stiefvater’s The Wolves of Mercy Falls trilogy (which I loved). Sinner is more of an angsty afterthought to tie up the story of Cole and Isabel. It was Stiefvater, so it wasn’t that bad, but it wasn’t as good as Shiver/Linger/Forever, and it for sure wasn’t as good as The Raven Cycle books.

And then I read Across Many Mountains because my mom loved it and she wanted me to read it. I didn’t hate it, but I certainly didn’t love it. It is the story of Yangzom Braun’s family…her grandmother’s life as a Tibetan nun, the grandmother’s escape from Tibet with Yangzom’s mom and their lives in India and then Switzerland, and then Yangzom’s own life. Honestly, I could have done without the second and third generations. Once the story no longer focused on the grandmother I lost interest. In addition, the writing was a bit flat.

And then there was On the Map. I adored Simon Garfield’s Just My Type, which is how I ended up with this book (plus, I love maps (I have a degree in Social Sciences along with my History degree, so Geography made up a good chunk of my college coursework…and it was the favorite chunk)). On the Map is all about…wait for it…MAPS! YAY!!! If you are a map nerd, you should read this. If you aren’t, well, you’d probably be bored. The only bummer was the pictures weren’t in color. Boo. Maps can be so pretty, but the maps in this book were especially ho-hum. Except for the variation on the Tube map that was inside the front and back covers. That was in color and it was awesome (maps and the Tube…it’s a win/win (ack, Covey reference…sorry, sorry, sorry!)!).


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